Eloquence Poem by Jide Pounds Ibitoye

Can I pray those words that come out
guided, make straight to every ears
moving to smile, not into tears
manifesting to edify, not chaos

A talker that I am
my pride layed low
and when my words comes out slow
I wont be damned

When mouths asks me
will I look down on their knowledge?
will it chase me into hurt?
But let me take in, blending perfectly in solution

Let my knowledge be power
let my mouth be my strong tower
Reason with others, not nag on my opinion
and not drive every ear into the angry lion's

All these I ask as I speak Aloud